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morhath · 3 hours
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They worship patience, a virtue
Oh, they tell me "gluttony’s a sin"
But my desire is bottomless
I wanna SLIT YOUR THROAT AND EAT TILL I GET SICK!
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morhath · 3 hours
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snowy textures in lincolnshire, england
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morhath · 4 hours
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Magrat!!!!!!
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morhath · 4 hours
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I made a pomegranate :-)
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morhath · 4 hours
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I went to an Indian restaurant today in Swansea marina and I must say I am Impressed by the sign they have put up in the toilet cubicles
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It is, as the children say, Sending Me
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morhath · 5 hours
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Why can't I be one of those freaks of nature who isn't allergic to anything. If you're not allergic to anything fuck you
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morhath · 6 hours
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A story of amazing poetic pettiness recounted by Peter Shillingsburg in his book Resisting Texts:
"Take the case of two poems by the Tasmanian poet Gwen Harwood, 'Eloisa to Abelard' and 'Abelard to Eloisa,' published under the pseudonym Walter Lehmann in the Bulletin (a Sydney literary magazine) on 5 August 1961. Several years ago an Australian friend gave me a copy of these poems and told the following story: the author had already published under the same pseudonym in the Bulletin and had written a bitter complaint to the editor that her poem was distorted in publication by having all lines pushed over flush left, destroying, thereby, significant levels of indentation. The editor replied that the column format influenced the policy, which was applied indiscriminately to all Bulletin poetry. According to my informant, Harwood then wrote and submitted the two poems reproduced here. She submitted them, it was said, with varying degrees of indentation, and the editors predictably and indiscriminately 'suppressed' the author's intentions by printing all lines flush left--creating, thereby, the 'inadvertent' acrostic message, readable vertically down the left column: 'So long Bulletin. Fuck all editors.' From that story I concluded that texts are not agentless."
The poems, as they appeared in the Bulletin:
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morhath · 6 hours
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(points) this ones my favourite
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morhath · 6 hours
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now that i am a real adult i am starting to realise. media lied to me about the availability of rooftops to go hang out on. every day i wish i could be hanging out on a rooftop somewhere looking cool as fuck
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morhath · 7 hours
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what you have to understand about dungeon meshi is that the entire conflict basically boils down to "every character is autistic but in ways that clash so catastrophically horribly that everyone thinks everyone else is a nuclear-level threat"
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morhath · 7 hours
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hey hey hey
Assigning you a song that makes white people go nuts (from experience)
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morhath · 7 hours
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morhath · 7 hours
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Incredible..
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morhath · 8 hours
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you should all still be wearing n95s everywhere btw. you should hold yourself to this as a point of radical discipline.
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morhath · 8 hours
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i think rice with things on it & also some sort of sauce is like basically the best food genre tbh
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